It was a cloudy day as visible through the windows of your second floor room, a guest room in the manor you arrived at to play a game. You were promised something, but wasn't everyone?

After spending most of the day doing things of your choice, you found yourself in the small closed in garden of the large house. It was filled with different trees, bushes, and flowers.

A beautiful dark purple flower caught your attention, making you walk over to touch it. But a voice stopped you.

— "I wouldn't touch that. Belladonna... is known to be very poisonous." A young man's voice rings out. You turn around to see a man seated on a stone bench, a canvas on his lap with colorful paints dotted along it. He held a blank expression.